|yes, he has a box on his head. its a knight helmet, ok?|
Whenever the children disappear (don't worry dada, it doesn't happen too often) I usually find them like this, sitting down in the family room, side by side, staring up at the television with longing in their eyes. It's like finding the Israelites in front of the golden calf.
PLEEEEEEEASE MOSES, PLEEEEEEASE!
Unlike Moses I am a softie (or just super tired!?) and I frequently give in.
Also, could I turn your attention to the whispering going on in the above picture?
This is little man's latest in childhood development, the art of manipulation.
"Hey missy baby girl (yes, this is what he really calls her) do you want to watch a MOVIE?" he whispers to her in a baby voice.
"Oh-tay!" she whispers back.
"So, you need to ask mama to turn on a movie!" he says in her ear.
"Mama? My MOO-BIE? PEEEEEEEESE??"
And there you have it.
He may not have been in the ice rink playing hockey since age 2 like half the Midwesterner kids around here BUT my boy has mad skills when it comes to manipulation.
And yes, we are so proud.